#yellow one piece swimsuit

[swimsuitmanaic]

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[knockeddeadv5]

Abby Dahlkemper by Ben Watts

#Abby Dahlkemper #ben watts #si swimsuit #athlete #yellow #sheer #one piece

[lovebugism]

shy!reader goes to the pool with Eddie and is too afraid to wear her swimsuit in front of him? Maybe she’s wearing clothes over her bikini/one piece and doesn’t want to undress at first because of her nerves lol

hope u like it! — you still get a little nervous showing your body, but eddie takes it all in stride (shy!fem!r, established relationship, cw for mentions of body insecurity, 1.1k)

Eddie’s rubber flip-flops are much too big on your feet. You fight to keep them on and match his longer strides at the same time. He leads you down the scenic trail of the Harrington vacation home with one hand curled intently around your own. He doesn’t seem phased by the dirt clinging to his bare feet.

“Think Steve’s folks will get mad if we skinny dip?” he jokes over his shoulder, wild curls billowing in the late afternoon wind.

You shrug. “I don’t think they own the lake, so…”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” he scoffs.

“Me neither,” you concur with a quiet laugh.

A set of wooden steps lead off the trail and towards the shore. They creak under your weight, ancient and half-eroded with time. Eddie stands beside you on the dock, lips curled into a pink, lopsided smile. “Well, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em,” he quips before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

You giggle when he lifts the fabric up and over his head. His milky white torso is left on display for you, sprinkled with sparse hair and a couple of faded tattoos. His body is lanky and lean — stomach soft with gentle pudge where his happy trail begins. You couldn’t hide your leering if you wanted to.

“You’re crazy,” you say, still laughing.

“Crazy for you,” the boy croons. 

You watch him reach for the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with them for a moment. Your chest swirls with a strange, hollow feeling. “Wait— Are you serious?” you wonder with wide, glimmering eyes. You’ve never felt totally comfortable swimming in a bathing suit, let alone naked.

Eddie shrugs his freckled shoulders and tugs his jeans down his scruffy thighs. “Yeah. Why not?”

He’s left in his thin, plaid boxers now. He doesn’t seem nearly as fazed by it as you do. Heart thrumming like an anxious hummingbird, your eyes dart over your shoulder and back to him. “What if the others see?!”

“Then let ‘em see,” he chuckles, golden like the early setting sun. “Who cares?”

I care, you almost say, ‘cause you’re too pretty, and I’m not pretty enough. 

You swallow your loathing and instead reply, “Steve would never let you live it down if he caught you out here. You know that.”

Eddie’s bare feet pad against the creaking wooden dock. The sound is mostly drowned out by the waves ebbing and flowing beneath you. Nothing could hide the heavenly sound of his laughter, though. “What? That I’m skinnydipping with the prettiest girl in Indiana?” the boy retorts with a boyish chuckle. “I wouldn’t want him to let me live it down.”

You swallow hard, not swayed by the compliment. Your unsure gaze flits to your feet and the black sandals Eddie lent you on the way down. You see his paler, bare ones come into view just before his calloused palms smooth over your waist — above the oversized t-shirt you wear, which also belongs to the boy in front of you.

“I’m just… I’m just kidding, you know? About the skinnydipping thing,” Eddie assures you, suddenly serious and much quieter with it. His head ducks down to catch your falling gaze. His chocolate eyes sparkle beneath the yellow sun. His lips curl into a lopsided smile. “We don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. We never have to do anything you don’t want, you know that.”

You purse your lips to the side and think for a moment. You’re not nearly as at ease swimming naked as he is, but you’d be silly to turn down the opportunity to be alone with him. You have spent the entire weekend babysitting, after all.

“Can I keep my bathing suit on?” you wonder sheepishly.

Eddie scoffs. “Of course you can! You can do whatever you want, doll. I’m followin’ your lead here.”

He smacks a kiss to your lips, mouth tasting of nicotine, soda, and strawberries — like nostalgia and springtime.

“Can you turn around?”

Eddie meets your coy look with a wider smile. “Yeah. Sure,” he hums and steps back from you to spin on his heel. You know he’ll see you in your bathing suit before you step foot in the water, but you’ve always felt distinctly smothered by his gaze. You don’t feel half deserving of the adoration always swimming in the deep brown of them.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you know?” he quips without looking at you.

“It’s different,” you insist, pulling your t-shirt up and over your head. You fold it neatly before setting it gingerly on the dock. You’re left in the pretty one-piece you thrifted before the trip — a floral number that dips low at the chest and ties into a bow at the back.

Eddie doesn’t really understand, but he figures he doesn’t have to. He’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable, no questions asked. “Sure,” he nods. “Can I look now?”

You hesitate for a reason you can’t name. You feel more at ease with Eddie than anyone else in the whole wide world — and besides the fact that he’s seen you in much, much less — you shouldn’t be as nervous as you are now.

“Yeah…” you waver.

Eddie peeks at you over his shoulder for a moment before turning to face you fully. His pink lips purse and a low whistle sounds between them. “Damn,” he mumbles.

You fight back a smile and look away from him, wringing your anxious hands into a knot. “Hush…”

“You’re a total smokeshow, baby.”

“Eddie!”

“Don’t know why you wanna hide from me so bad…” he teases lowly, gravitating towards you without thinking. His hands are warm and wide as they smooth over your sides. His palms curl around your lower back and idle there, fingers lingering just above your ass. “All I wanna do is look at you, and you won’t even let me…” he jokes, mostly serious, but with a playful pout on his lips.

Your arms cross between your bodies. You glare up at him with pretty doe eyes that swim with all the love you have for him. You couldn’t pretend to be annoyed if you tried. “It’s ‘cause you’re so nice…”

His brows raise and disappear behind his fluffy bangs. “You’re shy because I think you’re hot?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s weird.”

“Maybe,” Eddie laughs. He figures it’s on-brand enough for him, as the resident freak and all. But loving you has never felt unnatural or strange. It feels normal, like an instinct he’s always had, something he’s always been destined to do. So he just tilts his pretty head and smiles sweetly down at you. “Can’t help it, though.”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble

[dual1pa]

"you're gonna make me fall in love with you"

steve harrington x reader using she/her pronouns

A/N: ahh the sweet smell of a best friends to lovers fic <3

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY PLEASE !! language, swimming in underwear (both reader & steve) kissing w/ tongue, boob grabbage, missionary position but no smut occurs

(doesn't follow plot of Stranger Things)

She placed her Converse-covered feet on the leather seat of her best friend, Steve Harrington's beat-up Chevy. He received the "piece of shit car," as he would say, from his parents as a graduation present years ago. It was originally his father's work truck, but he no longer needed it.

"At least you have a car, son," he told him.

All her attention was outside of the car as Steve drove them to their favorite spot at the lake. It seemed as if no one knew it existed since there was never a soul in sight, which was great for the two of them to get away from the hustle and bustle of their small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The scenery of the drive there was something else - especially at sundown after a warm summer day when the sky was filled with yellow, orange, pink, and purple.

As her hair blew from the open window, she hummed along to Tiffany's 'I Think We're Alone Now' as Steve tapped his hands to the beat of the song on the steering wheel.

Steve pulled into a rocky area where he normally parks the car, went to grab a blanket out of the trunk, and led her to their favorite spot.

Normally, they didn't swim in the water, just lay on the fuzzy blanket, listened to the water and their favorite tunes from Steve’s portable radio, and stared up at the stars.

She and Seve have been friends since middle school, yes, even though his King Steve era where he thought he was better than everyone.

The two of them rarely had fights, and when they did, they quickly made up and went out to get ice cream or head to their favorite spot on the lake.

They found their spot on accident after participating in an extra credit assignment for Ms. Taylor's science class - since the both of them were failing at the time.

Now, a year later, they considered the spot theirs.

Just like usual, empty.

Steve tried his best to lay the teal blanket down flat, but the grass made it difficult.

She laid down first, then Steve. He watched her figure out her next thought as she stared up into the cloudless sky.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, resting his body on his arm.

She turned her head to lock eyes with him and smiled, "I kinda wanna go swimming."

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," Steve sighed.

She chuckled, "Neither did I," quickly getting up and stripping off her T-shirt and jean shorts, leaving her in a bra and underwear.

Steve had seen her change a dozen times and she could care less as she had no shame about her body.

Without waiting for her friend, she ran into the cold but refreshing water. She dove under the small waves and resurfaced to find steve shoving his pants off, leaving him in plaid boxers.

Once he caught up to her, they enjoyed the water for a while longer then went to air dry on the blanket.

Steve reached for the radio to find a station playing a song they both liked. as if it was fate, one of their favorites played softly through the speaker.

He got up and started dancing and singing the lyrics, urging her to come join him on the imaginary dance floor.

She grabbed his hand to help her off the cozy blanket, grabbed her waist and started swaying back and forth. If she was honest with herself, she could picture a life with Steve.

She could imagine traveling with Steve, purchasing a home with him in the suburbs.

She pictured buying a cute little 3 bedroom home in the Indiana suburbs - definitely away from Hawkins. She pictured the bright green grass and being surrounded by nice neighbors and even getting a pet.

She pictured starting a family with him, though, she would never tell him that, unless the time was right.

Back in the moment, she couldn’t stop laughing at Steve’s horrible singing.

“stop it,” she leaned her head back and let out a loud laugh

“stop what? singing?” he didn’t listen and kept singing along.

“you’re gonna make me fall in love with you if you keep singing like that,” she smiled.

Steve blushed, “we’re literally slow dancing in our underwear, i hope you know that i’m already in love with you.”

That’s all she ever wanted to hear from her best friend, “i’m in love with you.”

He wasted no time to press his lips to hers. they were just how she imagined he would taste: a mix of mint toothpaste and the coffee he drinks daily.

she reached her hands up to comb through his damp brunette hair and moaned into his mouth, urging him to shove his tongue in her mouth.

he gripped her waist, then her butt, then her thighs to feel every inch of her, what he wanted to do for years.

the two laid back down on the blanket and continued their assault on each other. he fit right between her legs, but knew that she didn’t want their first time to be on the muddy ground.

to take a breath from their make out session, he rested his forehead on hers and smiled.

“can i call you mine? all mine?” he asked, placing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“that’s all i’ve wanted, steve harrington.”

he reached up to grab at her breast but she stopped before she got too turned on.

“as much as i want to, take me back to your place and take me in your bed?” she said, kissing his neck and down to his chest.

she’s never seen him pack up so quickly.

#stranger things #my writings #my writing #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #friends to lovers #steve harrington smut #joe keery

[mountainsandmayhem]

God Bless The She Devil Who Made Joel Miller

Pairing: BFD!Joel x F!Reader

18+ only!!!

Summary: After a fight with your boyfriend, your best friend Sarah invites you to say with her at her childhood home with her dad.

CW: Joel be peekin, Joel is mean (but you like it). I’m choosing not to say anything else to not spoil anything so engage at your own risk.

AN: You can all thank @littlevenicebitch69 for this. She asked for being caught, but I am daddy and I know what she really wants 😉 thank you @mermaidgirl30 for being my forever beta xo

Graphics by @saradika-graphics

God bless the absolute angel who brought Sarah Miller into your life. She somehow convinced her dad to let you stay with them over spring break after your boyfriend locked you out of your shared apartment and then refused to answer the phone or let you in. Sweet, empathetic, and dependable Sarah was at your apartment minutes after you called her and didn’t have to say much to her dad to let him allow you to stay.

And God bless the absolute she devil who made Joel Miller and put him in close proximity with you. You have a boyfriend, maybe, you can’t be sure, but you do know you have it HARD for Joel Mother Fucking Miller. He’s exactly the type of man that would classify as a DILF, and you don’t even consider yourself into older men. But Joel isn’t older, he’s experienced and charming and every single thing he does seems to turn you on.

Sarah has been working a day shift at the local grocery store during the break and Joel is off running his contracting business. Joel Miller, sweaty and dirty and building things with his large calloused hands. Fuck, you try to shake that image from your brain because you certainly do not need another image of him to touch yourself too.

You have a job serving in the evenings so the house is quiet and all yours during the day. This afternoon the sun peeks through your curtains and wakes you. Sun dancing along the pale yellow walls of the spare bedroom. You pick up your phone and see that it’s clear and sunny, the perfect day to lay out by the pool that Joel said you could use, “make yourself at home, darlin’, any friend of Sarah is welcome anytime.”

You practically leap out of bed and into your ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready to lay out in the sun. You rush down the hall in the swimsuit Sarah lent you, a large blue and white striped pool towel tucked under your arm.

You love Sarah, but there’s no chance you’re wearing this ridiculous one piece swimsuit to tan, plus you’re alone so what’s the harm? Joel doesn’t get home until well after 5 pm most nights, Sarah usually around 3 or 4, and she’s seen you naked more than once. Plus the backyard is fairly private, most likely no one will see anything.

Fuck it, you think to yourself, slipping the red lycra straps off your shoulders and then shimmying the suit down your body. The sun immediately warms your skin and that boost of vitamin D already has you feeling lighter and happier. You spread the towel down on the chair and lay on your stomach, tying your hair on top of your head and then grabbing your phone.

You flip through Spotify before settling on the album Ten by Pearl Jam. As the first song floats across the backyard, you rest your cheek on your hands and let the fast paced grunge music wash away your thoughts of your boyfriend and what you’re going to do next week when you go back to school. All that matters now is the sun on your skin.

X•X•X•X•X•X•X

Joel was just about to start working on some paperwork for his next building when he heard movement in the hallway. You must be up for the day, he should probably let you know he’s working from home today, just in case. He wants you to be comfortable here, even if it’s killing him to see you wandering around his house in those small denim shorts you wear to work. Last night he was almost certain he could see your hard nipples peeking out from the fabric of your tight white t-shirt.

Absolutely not, Joel. He scolds himself.

He hears you pad down the hall and then the unmistakable swoosh of the sliding glass door to the backyard. He glances out the window in his office to see you slip the red swimsuit Sarah lent you off your body. His cock was already painfully hard behind his jeans.

She just turned 21. The Angel on his shoulder reminds the devil that’s tempting him from the other side.

His mouth waters as he looks at your body. Your tits are perky, pink little nipples hardening as the air hits them.

She's going through a hard time. The good side of his conscience seems to be losing but he finds an ounce of strength and looks away. He can’t be staring at you.

He tries to focus on this goddamn contract but even little deadline and “initial here” blend together and all he can see in the jumbled words of the page is that little strip of hair that leads to that bundle of nerves he so badly wants to suck on. When he looks up again you’re laying face down, round and perky ass facing his window and on display for him. She must not know he’s home, and now she’s going to think he’s a total fucking creep if he says something now.

She’s your daughter's best friend. No, she’s off limits. Beyond off limits. Get it together, Miller.

And then your music drifts through his cracked window. You’re listening to Pearl Jam. So now not only are you incredibly tempting but you also have the music of his teenage years blasting. He can’t resist anymore, glancing out of the window to see you still laying on your stomach and your plush ass bouncing along as you wiggle to Eddie Vedder singing about still being alive.

He’s not sure how it happens, his body seems to move without him knowing, and suddenly he’s standing at the window, staring down into the backyard at you. His muscular arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the large window frame.

He slows his breathing and focuses on you - every dip and curve, every freckle, every little bit of skin being absorbed by his heated gaze. Your legs are slightly parted, but not enough for him to be able to see your cunt, and fuck does he want to see it.

His palms tingle with the need to cup your ass, maybe spank you for being naked in the middle of the day. He has neighbors, they could see you right now. This is unacceptable and you should be punished.

Just as he’s about to head downstairs his cell phone rings loudly and you shoot up onto your elbows and look over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his before a tiny smile crosses your face. Joel looks away quickly and grabs his cell, almost crushing the device in his grasp as he answers.

X•X•X•X•X•X•X

Joel Miller was fully lurking at your naked body, and while that should probably embarrass you, you need to get fucked. You need something, anything, to forget about that piece of shit boyfriend who locked you out and refuses to talk to you or let you get your stuff. Sarah told you when you first met that he had her when he was 19, so it’s not like he’s THAT much older than you. Plus it’s just fucking.

Yep, I’m going for it.

You gather the towel around your body loosely, hooking your swimsuit on your finger and twirling it happily as you head into the house, determined to confront him and then seduce him. When you head up the stairs he’s standing in the doorframe of his office, just across from the spare bedroom you’re occupying. He looks deliciously pissed, one arm propped above his head on the door frame, the other on his hip, knee popped out. Your pussy flutters at the thought of his large, angry body above yours.

The opening bars of Jeremy fill the silence between you two, almost daring the other to make the first move.

“Turn that off,” Joel snaps. “I’m working.”

“Didn’t look like you were working a few minutes ago,” you say back, matching his energy.

Joel’s eyes narrow, brows furrowing, but you can tell he’s fighting to keep his eyes on yours. You lick your lips, testing him, teasing him, pushing him to see if he’ll take the bait. The flick of his eyes to your lips happens so quickly you almost miss it.

You let out a scoff, “Ya, that’s what I thought.” You step towards him, so close that you can smell the coffee and sawdust on him. “Wanna take a break from all that work?” You say the word work teasingly, trying to entice him.

“Go to your room and put some clothes on. Don’t let me catch you naked in the backyard again,” He says deeply, then closes his office door in your face.

You smirk to yourself, dropping the towel at his door and wandering into your room leaving the door wide open. You hook your phone to the Bluetooth speaker as you lay on your bed completely naked. You hit the volume button and slip your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, little circles.

“Daddy didn’t give no affection, no

And the boy was something that Mommy wouldn’t wear

King Jeremy the wicked

Oh, ruled his world”

Joel whips his office door open looking absolutely furious. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you. Bare, wide open, and soaking wet. You don’t stop, don’t even bother to look his way, as you dip your fingers into your pussy and cry out his name. Joel steps into your room and hits the power button on your speaker. The only sounds that film the room are your moans and the squelching of your arousal as your fingers slip in and out of your pussy.

“What the fuck did I just say, little girl?” Joel says darkly.

You open your eyes to look at him and the expression on his face sends your heart into your stomach. You’ve always been a little bit of a brat, getting in trouble lots growing up. Truthfully, you like the rush of it, the adrenaline of the unknown. But Joel looks dangerous, eyes blown out with rage and lust, hands clamped into fists at his sides, a slight blush pinks his cheeks, lips in a tight line.

You sit up, crossing your legs and covering yourself with a pillow as you turn towards him. You’re suddenly not feeling so confident, you may have pushed the wrong man.

“Y-you said outside,” you start, your voice wavering. “I’m inside.”

Joel moves so quickly that you don’t even have time to register what’s happening as the pillow is ripped from your grip and disposed of on the floor in front of you. You’re bare and exposed to him again.

“Spread your legs,” he says hungrily, voice a raspy whisper.

He watches your throat as you swallow hard, leaning back on your elbows and planting your feet on the edge of the bed. You look at him tentatively, jumping and letting out a little squeal when he barks, “I said spread your fucking legs.”

You relax, letting your knees fall open. His breathing is rapid, a growling moan leaving his parted lips. He takes one step, his knees hitting the edge of the bed.

“Joel -” you start.

“Shut up. You knew what you were doing, you wanted this. Didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes, but…” his hand slaps the inside of your thigh and your knees slam together as you cry out.

“Spread. Your fucking. Legs,” he repeats in a slow and deep command.

“That hurt!” You say back, squeezing your knees together tighter. It feels like he set fire to your thigh and you can already see the red handprint forming.

“If you’re gonna act like a little brat, I’m going to treat you like one. Now spread your legs so I can hit the other one.” He raises an eyebrow at you cockily. “If you keep them open, I might reward you.” You’ve bit off more than you can chew with Joel Miller.

You take in a calming breath through your nose, relaxing your knees as you exhale slowly. Joel can see the milky, sticky strings of your arousal as your pussy lips spread open for him. He has to swallow the excess saliva that pools in his cheeks at the sight. He wants to taste you so fucking badly.

“I think you liked it,” he taunts. “You’re makin’ a mess, you like being slapped around, don’t you? Treated like a little whore.”

Before you can respond he lays a hard smack on your other thigh. Your hips involuntarily buck upwards, your head falling back and a moaning, whimpering cry you don’t recognize as your own leaves your lips. You focus on your knees, fighting against your body’s instincts, keeping them pushed into the mattress.

“That’s what I thought,” he says as he kneels in front of you and yanks your ass to the edge of the bed. “Think you should get a reward now?”

“Y-yes, please, Joel. Please!” You have never had to beg for sex before, boys your age are usually fired up and ready to go, but men of Joel’s age know sex is so much more than just penetration - it’s a game, a tease.

He bites down on your thigh, “Please. Please, Joel!”

“You smell so fucking good,” he says as his hooked nose trails down your little line of pubic hair. You squirm under him as your clit twitches, aching for his attention. “And so goddamn wet. My little whore, aren’t ya?” His warm breath hits your needy clit and you flop down onto the bed, whining in need.

“Please -” but your words are cut off by the front door opening and Sarah’s voice calls through the house.

“Everyone can celebrate, I’m home now!!!” She yells jokingly.

“Fuck!” Joel huffs under his breath and bolts for his office, kicks your towel and swimsuit into your room, you follow and click your door shut quietly.

“Hello?” Sarah calls, heading up the stairs.

“Just getting dressed,” you call through your closed door. “I think your dad is in a meeting.”

“Put on your swimsuit, it’s gorgeous outside!”

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[lostgirlmuseum]

Stuck (2)gether

(image from Pinterest ^) Summary: A continuation of Stuck Together, Bucky deals with the aftermath of now knowing what it’s like to be so close to you. He misses it. He’s scared of it. He needs it.

Words: 2.7k

Warning: None I don’t think, just some fluff and an awkward Bucky. Oh and implied wet socks (DON'T WORRY, NOT EXPLICIT)

A/N: Yes I think im very funny with the title lol

Previously…

You wonder what you did to make him so revolted by you.

Little do you know, at that very moment, Bucky is resisting every urge to run back to you.

Bucky woke up the next morning feeling lost. Like there was something missing. Before his groggy brain could put it together, he saw his phone light up with a reminder that he was meeting Sam to go on a jog. He quickly got up and got dressed, trying to ignore that weird nagging feeling that a piece of him was gone.

Seeing as he lives on the fourth floor of the tower, he could’ve very easily taken the stairs to level one. It’s not like he got winded often. But something compelled him to take the elevator.

Right as the odd feeling had started to dissipate, the elevator doors opened. And there you were.

It all came crashing back to him. 

Fu-

“Oh, hey Buck.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He briefly considered not getting on. He could take the stairs. But there you stood, and he felt the urge to stand right next to you.

“What floor?” You asked.

He looked at the buttons. He saw “12” glow a faint yellow.

“Twelve.” 

“Oh, me too.” 

“Yes.”

Yes? What does that even mean? Just be cool Barnes. Be cool—

Your sweet voice interrupted his internal panic.

“Nice. With how hot it’s been lately, I figured I should take advantage of the pool.”

He finally noticed the towel you were carrying.

“Yeah, same.” He crossed his arms.

“You’re heading to the pool too?” 

“Yeah.”

“What are the chances?” You politely laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go swimming.”

“I swim.” 

Despite his horrible conversational skills, he doesn’t want this elevator ride to end.

“I don’t doubt it.” 

There came an awkward lull in the conversation. He felt guilty for not only lying about where he was headed, but even more so for his lack of interesting responses. The least he could do was be engaging.

Either you gave up on him, or you lost interest, because neither of you said another word as you exited the elevator, and walked down the hall into the pool room.

He stood and watched as you grabbed a chair and draped your towel over it. You two were the only ones there. He continued to watch as you took off your t-shirt and stepped out of your shorts, revealing a navy bathing suit underneath. You stacked your clothes neatly on the chair, and pulled your hair back. You ambled up to the edge of the pool and dipped your toe in. Then you turned around and saw him staring right back at you, unmoving.

“Where’s your swimsuit?” You tilted your head.

“Um.” He looked at you blankly for a solid three seconds. He realized there was a significant hitch in his plan. Could he make an excuse and just leave? Yes. Was he going to? No. Because all logic went out the window the minute the elevator doors opened and he saw you. He’s acting on the instinct to be near you, and not leave your side, no matter what. “I didn’t bring it.”

“Oh, I know what you’re doing.” You laughed.

Oh jeez. You’ve caught him. He’s mortified. He can’t even explain the feelings coursing through his veins, and yet you’ve already figured him out.

“Swimming fully clothed, yeah? I’ve heard it’s a good skill to learn, never know when you might be in a situation where you unexpectedly find yourself in a body of water, especially in our line of work.”

He nodded. 

You turned back to the water and took a step up on the diving block. You got in position and dove into the water, leaving Bucky with his jaw dropped at how you just found his excuse for him.

“You coming in, or what?” You called, wading in the pool.

“I’m here, sorry,” Bucky started his apologies to Sam the minute he found him waiting on a bench in the lobby.

“Man, where were you? I thought we were meeting for a run. And why the hell are you dripping?” 

“Sorry, I got held up.”

“Doing what? Did you forget to take your clothes off in the shower?”

“No.”

“Okay…” Sam looked Bucky up and down, taking in the way his shirt clung to his chest, the messy damp hair, and the literal puddle he stood in. “Buck, I’m waiting for an explanation on why you’re drenched.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Weird dude. You’re being weird. I mean, you’re always weird, but especially right now.”

“Are we running, or not?” He groaned.

“With those squeaky ass shoes? I’m thinking not.”

Around lunch time, Bucky had found you alone in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Your hair was still a bit damp from the pool earlier, but so was his. 

“Oh!” You jumped, “You snuck up on me!”

“Sorry,” he blushed. 

Next thing he knew, he was standing right beside you, behind the kitchen island. 

You seemed just as surprised at his proximity, he usually stayed a fair distance away from everyone. Minus Steve, maybe.

He mumbled something, searching your face.

“What?” You asked.

“Um, what are you making?”

“Just a sandwich.”

“What kind of sandwich?”

“I don’t know, I kinda grabbed whatever I could find from the fridge.”

He felt himself smile.

“What?” You laughed, noticing his weird reaction.

“You’ve got—” he paused, hesitating to bring his hand up, “here, I got it.” 

He brought his thumb to your left cheekbone, carefully wiping away a smudge of mustard you had managed.

“Oh,” you giggled. But he didn’t take his hand away. He just let it lightly hover, looking wistfully from his hand by your cheek to your glittering eyes.

“Is that sandwich for me?” Tony’s voice penetrated the bubble Bucky had found himself in. 

Immediately, Bucky brought his arms to his sides and stepped away from you, backing up a ridiculous five feet.

He saw a glimpse of hurt and confusion on your face, but it quickly dissipated into a teasing smile.

“Sorry Iron Man, but this sandwich is mine.” You crossed your arms.

“Well, this kitchen is mine. My kitchen, my rules, yeah?”

“Alright, just take the sandwich.”

“Is that yellow or Dijon mustard I see on it?”

“Yellow.”

“Damn. I prefer Dijon.” Tony quipped back.

Bucky did what he did best, standing and watching from afar.

Tony glanced over at him and back at you. The man leaned over the counter.

“Come here.” He gestured for you to lean in.

You gave him a suspicious look but stepped closer, leaning over the island.

Tony brought his hand up to where Bucky had just had his, and swiped.

“Weird, I thought I saw a smudge of something.” Tony teased, looking back over at Bucky.

Bucky felt his cheeks flush. Damn Stark, and having to ruin everything. Bucky didn’t care how you responded, he suddenly felt the urge to get the hell out. 

“Buck–” he heard you start to call, but he was already half-way out the door.

Bucky was laying face down on his bed when he heard the knock at his door.

“Who is it?” He grumbled.

There was no response.

“Hello?”

Begrudgingly, he rolled out of bed and opened the door. No one was there. He looked down and finally noticed the note at his feet. He glanced down the empty hallway before picking up the small paper and going back into his room.

“Meet me in my room in 5 minutes. Go ahead in, I’ll be there soon.

                        From, Y/N”

His heart started to race. 

You were inviting him into your room? Your space. God, this has got to be a dream. Finally, he can be close to you and not worry about anyone interrupting. His head was so clouded with the anticipation of you that he didn’t even think to wonder what you wanted to meet him for. Or why you felt the need to put it in a note.

You said to meet in five minutes, but he couldn’t help himself. He left immediately for your room and was three minutes early. He tugged at his hair for a minute, and rocked on his heels. He couldn’t take it. What’s two minutes?

He knocked on your door and it creaked open. 

He let himself in, like you asked, and nearly sat on the edge of your bed, but thought it too intimate, opting for your cozy chair in the corner. It smelled like you. 

Soon after, he heard steps coming down the hall and closer to your door.

He tried to keep his body still, but he wanted to meet you halfway. He’d never felt so impatient.

The door slowly started to open…

Bucky blanched. 

“Peter?” 

“I’m really sorry about this Sergeant Barnes.” The kid gave him apologetic eyes.

“Sorry about w—” Bucky didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, Peter shot two webs, both landing perfectly in place where Bucky’s arms rested on the chair.

“Mr. Starks orders.” Peter burst out, right before making his quick exit out the door.

Before Bucky could even start to badger the kid, two faces appeared in the doorway.

“Stark! What the fuck is going on?!” Bucky yelled, and turned his attention to the other body. “Wilson, I swear to fucking god—”

“Cool it Tin Man, this is for your own good,” Tony started, “this way you have to confront your feelings for Y/N.”

“I don’t have feelings for—” Bucky started to bark back, but Sam interrupted from the doorway.

“Don’t lie, Buck, I talked to Y/N earlier. You were late because you went swimming, fully clothed, just to be near her. That’s crazy!”

“Psychotic, really,” Tony added. 

“Desperate, is what it is.” Sam pointed. “Sorry to do this to you, really, but it’s for your own good. And hers too.”

The men started to close the door, and Bucky seethed, “Don’t you dare, I will kill you both!”

He was seeing red.

Stark's muffled remark came behind the door.

“Good luck, we’re rooting for you!”

“STARRRRKK—”

He tried thrashing, but it was useless. He was feeling murderous. The chair bumped onto the ground as he repeatedly attempted to stand up and free his wrists from their confines.

But his anger swiftly turned to panic the second he sensed footsteps and heard your light humming nearing the door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered, willing the web to dissolve.

But it was too late. You opened the door, and spotted him immediately.

“Wha—Bucky?”

“Hey, hi, yeah,”

“Are you alright?” You asked, looking around the room for any other unusual signs. “What are you doing here? Is that Peter’s web?”

“You see, I can explain,” he started, already breathless.

“Okay…” 

“Um, I got a note from you saying to meet you in your room, and so that’s why I’m here. Obviously, you didn’t write it, but I didn’t know that at the time so I let myself in, but then Parker popped out of nowhere, webbed me to the chair, and then Stark and Sam appeared and said stuff and essentially this is all an elaborate prank on behalf of them.”

You just looked at him.

“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, I get it, it sounds unbelievable, but I swear to god that is what happened.”

“Relax, Bucky, I believe you. I just don’t get the joke.” You crossed your arms, lost in thought.

“They’re twisted, who knows what they are ever thinking.”

“I just don’t understand why they’d do this.”

“I don’t know, they wanted us to talk, it’s stupid.” He rolled his eyes.

“Talk? About what?”

Bucky didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. A look of realization and a twinge of shame crossed your face.

“Oh, is this about the other day? Bucky, I’m really sorry. I was just trying to help you get the web off, I didn’t know I’d get stuck to you. I’m really, really, sorry, I never would have done it if I’d known. I know you value your space, and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I apologize.”

Bucky started to sputter, not even sure how to correct how wrong you were.

“Oh my gosh! And now you’re trapped in my room, it’s happening again. I’m sorry, you probably want to be as far away as possible from me right now. I’ll go find the web dissolver, I’ll give you space,”

“No, I don’t want space.” He blurted. Well, no going back now. “I want to be…close to you.” He whispered, ducking his head in humiliation.

You simply shook your head, not understanding.

“I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing. Ever since we got stuck together, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being close to you. I don’t know what’s happened to me, maybe it’s just that I haven’t been so close to another person in so long, or something else is wrong with me. I see you and I’m itching to be closer. It’s like when the web dissolved a magnet took its place. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why do you assume I don’t feel the same way?”

“You—” Bucky blinked, “you what?”

“Maybe I like being close to you too? Maybe I’m embarrassed because you started to run away from me?”

“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry, it’s just a new feeling for me and I don’t completely understand it, and I don’t want Stark making me feel like a fool.” He hung his head. “Which he’s doing a really good job of right now.”

“Forget Stark, he can be a raging asshole.” You spotted the way he was struggling against the restraints. “Let me make a quick call, and then we can continue this conversation.”

You quickly picked up your phone, tapped around, and held the phone to your ear. It rung three times before someone answered.

“Peter?… No, I’m not angry…Yes, I am disappointed...Just bring the web solution…No, he won’t kill you…Yes, I promise…Okay, hurry.”

You hung up and turned your attention back to Bucky.

“So, you like me?”

He felt his cheeks warm. 

“I mean… yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, Bucky.” You smiled.

A minute or two later Peter knocked on the door, and peeked his head in with the formula.

“Please don’t be disappointed in me. I was just listening to Mr. Stark.” He begged you, his eyes wide looking into yours.

“Fine, I’m not disappointed.” You relented, always merciful. “But let this be a lesson in establishing boundaries. And I think I need to have a chat with Tony about taking advantage of you.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He sighed, handing you the bottle and rag.

“But, I think you owe someone else an apology.”

Peter looked Bucky in the eyes for the first time since the door opened. 

“I’m really sorry Sergeant Barnes. That wasn’t cool of me. It won’t happen again.”

“Whatever, just get outta here, kid.” He gave a small wave of his hand, which looked a bit awkward considering his forearms were still glued down.

That was pretty much as close as Bucky could get to accepting an apology.

Peter scurried off and you got to work on freeing Bucky.

Bucky was snuggled against you on the couch. He squeezed you tight, his big arms wrapped around your body. He had his head resting on your chest, and you were rubbing small circles on his back.

You had both been there for nearly an hour, unmoving from your spot.

Bucky heard you mumble a stern, “Behave,” to Tony when he walked in. Knowing he was defeated, he put his arms up in protest and walked on by without a single quip. Truly a feat for Iron Man.

He couldn’t be happier, being so close to your warmth.

Bucky didn’t know a lot of things. Like why he wasn’t dead yet, how Tony Stark could be such a pain, and what the hell is flan? But he did know one thing. That being close to you was the most perfect thing. It just feels right. You feel right. And he’s elated to know that there are a million more cuddles to come.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope this lived up to the first part, or at least was somewhat close? I hope you have a wonderful day, and let me know what you think!

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Ruining the Tiger

Chaeyoung's first solo fic on my blog! Our tiger gets a little rough sex for her first outing.

Length 2.1K

Chaeyoung X Mreader

Chaeyoung sat across from you, a sweet smile on her lips as she kicked her feet. “The ocean is beautiful, isn’t it?” She asks, trying to make conversation. You agree with it and turn your head toward it; the view is a bright orange that turns a deeper hue as it begins to set. 

“We should get going; it's going to be dark soon.” You and Chaeyoung stand up and begin heading to your hotel room.  She wraps her arm around yours and looks up at you. You cock your head to the side and give her a questioning look. Chaeyoung holds her fist up and bears her teeth at you. Her actions make you laugh, and you pull her in closer. You feel Chaeyoung give you a slight hug before continuing to your hotel room.

So far, your vacation together has been great; you explored the Hawaiian islands and all they had to offer. You were just missing one thing, and that was sex. You and Chaeyoung had agreed to hold off on your urges until the final night. You both wanted to go all out, and tonight was the night.

You felt Chaeyoung press her chest to your arm, her small tits rubbing against you. “You really can’t wait any longer?” You ask teasingly. She responds with a low whine.

“I just want to do it already. Fingering myself isn’t enough, and I don’t want to use any toys.” Chaeyoung presses her lips together and gives you a pleading look. “Don’t you want to have sex?” She says innocently. Chaeyoung leans forward, giving you a better look at her chest as her yellow bikini hangs just a little loose. 

“I don’t think you have the chest to pull that move, Chae.” Chaeyoung’s mouth hangs open, and she batters you with her tiny fists.

“You take that back!” You run ahead of Chaeyoung, turning around to see her chasing you. Her orange hair flows in the wind as she runs as fast as she can in her flip-flops. You come to a stop and let her run into you; your hands find their place around Chaeyoung’s thighs. You give them a squeeze as you lift her and hear her let out a moan.

“Looks like you’re sensitive, Chae.” 

“I…” Chaeyoung shakes her head, stopping her sentence. “Shut up. I just didn’t expect that.” You press your lips against Chaeyoung’s neck, and she cranes it back in response, letting you move as you desire. Your tongue sends shivers down Chaeyoung’s spine. Shyly, she whispers to you, “Let’s go to our room. I don’t want anyone to see.” You chuckle and put Chaeyoung down before returning to your room.

You close the door behind you and pat Chaeyoung’s head. “Kneel.” Chaeyoung happily kneeled in the middle of the living room. “I have a present for you; close your eyes.”

Chaeyoung wiggled in her kneeling position, her hands covering her eyes as she waited. “What is it?” She asked, wondering what you had for her. You place a box in front of her.

“Open your eyes.” In front of Chaeyoung was a box filled with toys, ranging from dildos and vibrators to handcuffs and ropes. Chaeyoung reaches into the box, looking through the many things inside. You reach down and grab a dark piece of fabric, putting it around her eyes. “A blindfold to start things off.” You tie it off and wave your hand in front of Chaeyoung, seeing if she responds to it. When she doesn’t, you lean in and tilt her head up to capture her lips. Chaeyoung reaches for the top of her swimsuit, but you move her hands away. You sit behind Chaeyoung, spreading her legs apart and searching through the box. Finding small egg vibrators and some tape, you turn them on. The sound of them hinting to Chaeyoung what you picked up. Attaching some tape to the vibrators, you slip them under Chaeyoung’s swimsuit, right against her nipple. This sends a shock to her system, her body jerking as she feels them rubbing against her. While she becomes accustomed to them, you move your hands down and unbutton the shorts she had on, reaching inside you more, your fingers along her slit. Your hand comes back wet, her juices on your finger. You move that hand to Chaeyoung’s lips, letting her suck on them as you use your other hand to slip off her shorts. Chase helps you along, raising her hips off the ground. 

Her whines flow freely as she pulls her back toward you. You grab a dildo from the box and tease her folds, moving it back and forth along them. “Noo, I want you inside.” She mumbles due to your fingers. You discard the dildo, tossing it to the floor as you get another idea. Replacing the dildo was a vibrator; you push the tip inside before turning it on. A high-pitched hum comes from Chaeyoung as she moves her legs inward. “No-” You squeeze Chaeyoung's mouth, keeping her from speaking.

“You’ll get my cock Chaeyoung, don’t you worry.” You push the vibrator deeper inside. It moves around inside her, rubbing against her walls and making her cry out in pleasure. You move the bottom of Chaeyoung’s swimsuit back into place, holding the vibrator inside. Her hips begin to rock as the vibrator does its job. You let go of Chaeyoung, telling her to kneel again. She struggles to stay upright, ending up on all fours as the vibrator is pushed deeper. You grab the rope and tie her hands together. While you have the time, you strip down and slap Chaeyoung’s face with your cock. She recognizes it immediately and opens her mouth, her tongue sticking out. With your cock in hand, you slap it against her tongue before moving it into her awaiting mouth. Chaeyoung’s moans are soon muffled as your cock slide in and out of her mouth. Her handcuffed arms rest against your thigh as the vibrators wrack her body with pleasure. You start pushing your cock down Chaeyoung’s throat once she gets her pace going. She welcomes it, holding onto your thigh so she can keep it down her throat. You pull away from her, watching as a string of saliva connects the tip of your cock to her lip, more of the stuff running down the sides of her mouth and dripping onto the floor below. Tiny bubbles of spit form as she eagerly waits for you to put your cock back in. You place your hand on her head and give Chaeyoung what she wants, ramming your cock into the back of her throat. You can feel the smile on her lips and moan her name. Chaeyoung gargles on your cock as her tongue slides along your cock. You can feel your orgasm coming as you push your cock down her throat. 

Chaeyoung is in heaven, her hips rocking back and forth quickly as she nears her climax. Chaeyoung mumbles, something you can’t understand as you speed up your thrusts. You’re slamming your cock into Chae as you approach your climax. You yank off Chaeyoung’s blindfold, leaving her hair a mess. You see her mascara running down her cheeks and her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The visual pushes you over the edge, and you begin cumming. You let Chaeyoung have a drink of your baby batter before pulling out and shooting the rest on her face. You watch Chaeyoung smile as your warm cum rains down on her face. Her hands move down to her slit, rubbing it through her swimsuit as she has her orgasm. Chaeyoung ends up with her face rubbing the ground as her upper body gives up. You walk behind Chaeyoung and notice the bottom of her swimsuit is completely ruined, soaked from her juices. You move it to the side and take out the vibrator, dropping it on the floor. Your hands wander along Chaeyoung’s ass, squeezing and making her moan weakly. You grab the whip, playfully swinging it in the air a couple of times before running along Chaeyoung’s bottom. The swimsuit, luckily, didn’t cover much of her ass, meaning the whip would leave marks on her. You saw Chaeyoung shudder as the leather ran across her ass. “Chaeyoung, I think you’ve been a naughty girl.”

“I’m a naughty girl that needs to be spanked,” She replies without a second thought. 

“I think you need to be more than spanked.” You tell her before whipping her right cheek. Chae cries out in pain from the hit before a low moan comes through. 

“I’ve been a very bad girl.” She groans before looking over her shoulder and shaking her ass for you. “Whip me, I deserve it.” You whip the same cheek; it starts becoming red, the whip’s tassels visible on her skin. “The other one, too.” She says, raising her other cheek toward you. The whip cracks as it hits Chaeyoung’s skin. She grits her teeth, moaning through the pain. You give her a few more smacks, enough to leave her ass completely red. Having had your fun with the whip, you pressed your cock against Chaeyoung’s pussy; her lips slick with her nectar. Chaeyoung lays her head against the floor and places her hands between her legs, spreading her lips for you. “Put it in. I want to feel you inside, ruin my pussy. Make it yours.” Chaeyoung’s words make you harder. You dig your hands into her waist and impale her, driving your cock into her depths in one motion. “Shit.” Chaeyoung groans as she feels your cock stretch her tiny cunt. “It’s so big.”

“Is it everything you wanted?”

“Yes,” She cries out. “Fuck me, fuck me.” She repeats. You pull back and ram yourself back in, her small body lurching forward. Chaeyoung’s tight walls squeeze down on you. She was slick, though, allowing you to slide right in. You felt yourself unwind. As you relax, you start moving quickly; Chaeyoung’s moans fill the room. You stir her insides with every thrust; her walls are poked and prodded. Holding Chaeyoung’s waist, you force her to stand up. Moving your hand down to the back of her thighs, you grab them and lift her while continuing to thrust. Her hand goes above her head as she wraps them behind your neck, trying to hold onto something as gravity brings her crashing down onto your cock. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a long mirror and turn to face it. Chaeyoung sees herself in the mirror. The bottom half of her swimsuit soaked in her own juices as your cock repeatedly impales her. As her eyes move upward, she spots the small bulges of the vibrators on her nipples; she had completely forgotten about them once she finally got a taste of your cock. Continuing on, she saw the drying saliva running down her chin and a mixture of cum and mascara covering her face. It all turned her on so much.

 Chaeyoung moved her hands to her clit and moaned your name as she furiously rubbed it. Chaeyoung pushed herself over the edge. Her toes curled, and her walls clamped down on your cock as she came. She turned her head and begged you for a kiss. You gave her one; she weakly met your tongue, allowing you to take over completely. Chaeyoung’s body shakes in your arms as she cums. You continue pounding her cunt, not caring about overstimulating her. Chaeyoung’s moans only got louder as she screamed from the pleasure. You were getting close to cumming. “I’m going to cum inside, Chaeyoung. I’ll make you mine.” 

“I’m yours!” Chaeyoung cried as she came again. You move closer to the wall, pressing Chaeyoung against it as you continue to thrust. Knowing you were at your wit's end, you slammed your cock into her womb and shot your load inside. “So warm,” Chaeyoung moaned weakly as your cum filled her cunt.  Chaeyoung looked down at her belly, where she felt warmest, and pressed on it. When a little bit of cum leaked out, she pressed on it again. You carry Chaeyoung onto the couch, crashing down on it as you rest. Chaeyoung’s sweaty body lays against yours, your cock still inside her. 

“You took the pill, right?” Chaeyoung gives you a nod. “Good, then I can keep pumping you full of cum, right?” Chaeyoung uses her strength to stand up, cum running down her thighs. She falls to her knees after turning around. She reaches for your cum-covered cock, her small hands wrapping around your shaft. She strokes your cock slowly before pressing her lips to the tip.

 She kisses your cock, praising it, whispering, “You’re all I want. All I need. My body is made to take this cock.” She says all that as she kisses and licks up your cum. It was almost like she was hypnotized. 

“You like my cock that much, huh?” Chaeyoung rubs her cheek against your cock and nods. She gives you her usual cute smile. “Let’s rest before we continue. We have a lot more toys to use.

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[doukeshi-kun]

What happens on days where Nikolai and his family go to the beach to have fun and his wife is wearing a swimsuit (not extremely revealing since their kids are there but just enough for Nikolai to go awooga)

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩

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contents ⨳ fem!reader, babymama!reader, oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fluff, suggestive

“Karol.”

Karol coos sadly as Nikolai ties the lace of the boy's beach shorts. Yuri is standing by his side, already wearing his blue swimsuit. Karol wants to mimic his dad, so he insists on just wearing a pair of shorts.

“You already put on your sunscreen, Yurochka?” Nikolai asks before he stands up, looking at himself in the mirror. His loose white shirt is unbuttoned fully and his sunglasses are resting on his head. He adjusts his grey swim trunks before he gives the sunscreen on the sink to Karol.

“Here you go, Karol. Your turn.”

Karol grins as he takes the sunscreen. Nikolai then grabs the bag that holds the rest of his and his kids' belongings before leading them out of the men's restroom. He holds Yuri's hand as Karol is trailing closely by Yuri's side.

“Where's mom? And Mari?” Yuri asks when they are already at the beach, with Nikolai laying a mat on the sand, under the shadow of a tree. Nikolai smiles at Yuri — always looking out for people he cherishes. He pats Yuri's head, messing with the boy's hair.

“Mama and Mari are probably still in the restroom, Yurochka. They know where to find us. And Karol! Why are you white?”

Karol looks at Nikolai, confused — his face is completely covered with sunscreen, an excessive amount of it too. Yuri scrunches his face, seeing Karol's proud face as the little gremlin makes an 'X' gesture with his arms, aimed at the sun.

“Extra protection! Sun is ev— waaa!”

He whines when Nikolai starts to rub his face, making sure the sunscreen is applied evenly to his face and neck. Karol tries to fight Nikolai's hands but his effort is clearly futile against his own dad.

“Hey.”

Karol stops resisting immediately. He pouts but he lets Nikolai do what he wants. Yuri is already sitting, looking around to look for his sister and mother, sometimes watching his dad apply some sunscreen on Karol's back.

As soon he turns to his right, he sees you and Mari walking towards him. Mari gets excited quickly and runs towards them, immediately lunging herself on Nikolai who still does not notice you are coming.

“Papa!”

“Oh!” Nikolai turns around quickly and his smile gets broader once he sees his little princess, adorable in a pink and yellow swimsuit. She also has a small beach hat on her head.

“You look cute, malyshka.” Nikolai smiles, pinching Mari's cheek lightly. Mari happily twirls and shows her twin braids.

“Mom did it for me!”

“Is that so?” Nikolai chuckles. “Seems like your braiding skill has...” his words falter when he turns his head towards you. His eyes widen as they travel your whole body, up and down multiple times.

“Mari! Let's build our sand empire!” Karol is quick to drag Mari to leave the shade and to the beach. Yuri stands on his feet quickly and follows his two little siblings, warning them to not go far. You only watch the kids leave you and your husband in the shadow as they are now having fun at the beach.

“My goodness, Karol is just too excited, isn't he?” you comment as you finally sit beside your husband. You turn to Nikolai and realize that he is very much staring at you — from head to toe.

“Kolya?”

“Mm...”

“Do I look too pretty?” you ask, clutching the long tropical robe you wore over your white one-piece swimsuit. Nikolai's eyes twitch at your assumption before he shakes his head, smiling slyly.

“You look sexy, gorgeous.”

“Oh, you...” you shyly nudge his face to the side. Nikolai chuckles at your touch as he turns his face to you again. “Not going to lie though... It feels a bit too tight right here,” you mumble as you fix the fabric beneath your breasts and of course your husband would shamelessly stare. Your breasts do get bigger after three pregnancies after all and Nikolai loves that.

“Yeah? Like this? Want me to fix it?” Nikolai grins as his hand reaches that part, purposely nudging your breasts so they shake a bit. You slap his hand away lightly, only making him laugh.

“You're such a pervy,” you mumble, slapping his thigh, which makes Nikolai groan lowly, covering his mouth in frustration. He feels extremely bothered and giddy — who wouldn't feel so when your sexy wife is by your side?

“You're driving me crazy, love.”

Nikolai could not keep his hand to himself as he holds your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “You're so pretty, love. I just can't,” he says, leaning closer. But you are quick to halt his advance by placing a hand on his bare toned chest.

“Baby, please, just a kiss.” he pouts.

You laugh softly, only making Nikolai smile more. Your hand that is on his chest trails up to his chin. You pull him closer, pecking his lips shortly.

“There. Now go check on the kids. Mari and Yuri are burying Karol in the sand now.”

Nikolai grins. “Yes, ma'am.”

He stands and wears his sunglasses back. Before he walks to his kids, he immediately seizes your jaw, bringing your face upward only to plant a kiss on your lips, a bit longer than before. Your giggle muffled by the kiss only makes him smirk against your lips.

“Just you wait tonight, love.”

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[knockeddeadv5]

Abby Dahlkemper by Ben Watts

#Abby Dahlkemper #ben watts #si swimsuit #athlete #yellow #sheer #one piece

[littletrippyyhippyy]

The thought of Steve having a breeding kink is just 😩 imagine him watching you make your pregnancy craving concoctions in the kitchen in the middle of a swim - since you’re super hungry. Your swollen belly on full view for him to see while you wear a cute yellow bikini. If you weren’t pregnant with your current baby, he’d fuck one into you right now - no questions asked.

{Pregnancy Sex, Fingering, Use of Y/N once, PiV, Soft Smut but he wants it to be rough, Breeding Kink, Fluff, Dominance if you squint}

“Steve, babe - I’m making a snack! Do you want some?” You were currently in the kitchen, making a peanut butter and pickle sandwich. “I don’t know, should I be cautious about what you’re making this time? Because I thought I was going to die yesterday from your crazy ass concoction. Like who eats olives, pickled beets and sour cream - all together? I’m not allowing you to feed me with my eyes closed, anymore. No thank you.”

You scoffed, laughing at the same time. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad. I’m making peanut butter and pickle sandwiches!” Steve looked at you once again and gagged. “I’ll pass but thanks baby” You shrugged.

You continued your doing, cutting up pickles as you swayed your hips to the music Steve had put on. You had no idea he was watching your every move. Your swollen belly and tits. The way they moved as you did. The bikini top didn’t have much hold or coverage, which made him stare even harder.

That day you and Steve decided to have a baby, he thought he had lost his damn mind. He was always overjoyed making love to you, telling you how much he’d love to get you pregnant and how hot you’d look. It didn’t take long for you to say yes.

That was when Steve was like another man in bed. The overstimulation, the screams and moans, the feeling of his cum shooting into you more than once.

Every time he’d cum in you, he’d stay there for a few minutes just so it won’t leave your cunt. When he would pull out, he’d finger you - trying to push all of his seed back into you. It was pornographic every time he fucked you, ever since that day you said yes.

~*~*~*~*~

Steve continued watching - his cock hardening as every second passed. Right before you had finished making your sandwiches, he had already gotten up and stood right behind you. He rested he chin onto your shoulder, rubbing his hands along your exposed belly. “You look so hot, you know that? I can’t believe I got to fuck a baby into you. Can’t even take my eyes off of you, babe”

You could feel Steve’s hard cock against you, making you moan quietly. You grabbed one of his hands, pulling it down to your aching cunt. The only thing that was keeping his fingers off of you, were those fucking swimsuit bottoms. “You need my fingers, baby? Or my cock? You tell me - sweets” You grabbed his wrist harder. “Both, Steve - please”

He was quick with his movements, untying your swimsuit bottoms with just one pull of each hand. You were already wet, aching for anything. He slid his fingers down your stomach, slowly making his way to your pussy. Just the touch of one of his fingers made your body flinch. “Let me make you more comfortable, sweets”

Helping you to the couch, he laid down first, back propped up as his tall frame took up almost the whole piece of furniture. “Come sit” He patted down on the space between his legs. Grabbing your arm, he helped you sit down between him, making yourself comfortable.

“Can you spread your legs, baby?” You nodded your head, propping one leg up on the head of the couch as you moved the other. His fingers found your pussy again, going in slow circles as he played with your left boob. “Feel good? What do you want?” You whined, wanting him to touch you anywhere.

“Feels so good, Steve. Just- just keep oh fuck” His movement quickened, pleasing your pussy perfectly. He inserted two fingers, making you jerk slightly. “Please, fuck- please keep doing that. I’m going to cum” you cried out. “I haven’t even touched you that long, baby. What’s got you this horny - huh?”

You didn’t reply, your eyes shut from the amount of pleasure. “I asked you a question” Steve said as he fingered you faster. “Fuck - you Steve, you!” You yelled. He smirked, quickening his pace. “You wanna cum? Cum on my fingers, baby.” He said lowly. Yes, yes, I wanna cum so bad” it didn’t take but a few minute later for you to do just that. 

“Holy fuck, Steve” You breathed heavily. He helped you situate up on the couch, him leaning down to look at you. “If it weren’t so dangerous, I’d fuck the hell out of you right now” You whined at his response. “Steve, quit talking for christ sake and use your damn cock” He raised his eyebrows, hands on his hips. “Now y/n, you know that’s not how it works. But since you’re pregnant, I’ll be nice and let that slide. But don’t think I’ll forget about it”

“Lay down flat for me” You did as told, slowly but surely. You watched Steve untying his swim trunks, his cock sprung free as he pulled them down. Fuck, you couldn’t believe you were able to take Steve’s cock - long and thick. He crawled on top of you, positioning himself right at your cunt. “Fuck, I wish I could destroy you right now. You’re a god damn dream” Your heart fluttered, loving every comment he’d make about you being pregnant.

Steve pushed in slowly, both of you gasping at the sudden contact. His movements were slow as he planted kisses all along your body. Your lips, cheeks, neck, breasts. Your moans and gasps weren’t erotic. They were more of a making love sound. It was like music to both of y’alls ears. The feeling of your skin on each other - your warm bodies holding onto one another.

“I love you so much” Steve said with every slow thrust. “I love you too” Steve may have wanted to fuck you stupid, but times like these were one of his favorites.

“You okay? You’re doing so good baby” He said. “Fuck, I’m more than okay” His pace quickened but not too fast - enough that both of you were about to reach your first high. “I can’t believe I get to fuck this pussy. So perfect for my cock - you take me so well” That’s all it took for you to cum, Steve not far from you.

Even though Steve had to do all the work, he fucked you several times in that one sitting. He never did think he’d make you cum more than you did that day.

Let’s just say those sandwiches went to waste

#stranger things #smut #steve harrington #stranger things smut #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #dad steve harrington #stranger things blurb #steve harrington blurb

[christianpulisexy]

Hues of Red and Yellow - MM7

A beach day was Mase and his family has his mind wondering SMUT‼️

Waving goodbye to his family, you barely had time to even acknowledge where you were before Mason pulled you into the back seat of his car.

After a day at the beach with his family, and seeing you both simultaneously in a red bikini as well as playing with Summer, if had took everything in Mason to not come in his swimming trunks.

As you crawled into the back seat, you smiled at the sight in front of you. Mason’s hair was messy from being in and out of the water, and his face was hued red with the sun. The stubble on his cheek, as he grinned sheepishly at you while patting his thighs.

As you crawled in, his brown eyes followed you. The sun was just setting in Portsmouth, and everything glowed a honey-orange. Everything appeared as pop-art as orange bounced off of his tinted windows, and yellow reflected off of his eyes, and red dispersed from the mirrors at the front of the car.

Stumbling into his lap, he caught you as the pair of you laughed lightly. He brushed a stray piece of your hair out of your face, as he just stared at you.

The sun of today setting on the sky of tomorrow, and Mason looked at you.

You lightly kissed the new freckles on his face, as you felt his nose against yours.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He said, your eyes looking into each other. His hands were on either side of your waist, as he helped you settle comfortably into him, not that car sex was comfortable.

Your eyes fell shut as he worked his way down your neck, as you felt him smile into it.

Mason toyed with the joggers you’d pulled over your swimsuit, and patted your hips as he pulled them off softly. His hands worked up and down your thighs as his nose toyed on your jawline as he placed delicate kisses under your ear.

He was ethereal under this light. The pinks of the sky making him seem like something out of a movie.

Seeing you in your bikini, his eyes turned dark and he tightened his grip on your thighs, silently begging you to do something, anything.

You rocked your hips over his crotch, as your name fell from his lips. Moving your hands into his hair your gripped lightly, as you gave him what he wanted, and placed a soft kiss on his lips, one he wasted no time returning.

As he gripped your hips to guide your movements, you lifted them slightly, and as he lost contact with you, his eyes opened.

You smiled at him, as his eyes danced between your lips and your eyes.

“Enough of you.” He said, before pulling your jumper, or rather, his jumper over your shoulders. His thumb lightly caressed your jaw as he brought you closer, as you got lost in each others mouths. You swallowed his soft moans as you tugged on his hair lightly, slightly scratching his scalp.

You toyed with the shirt that was sticking to him due to the water he’d been in 15 minutes prior.

You giggled as he struggled to get the t-shirt off, and when he did, his hair was wild and sticking every which way, his lips rosy from the kiss.

He toyed with your bikini strap, as his other hand held your back, which held you close to him.

“You look so pretty in red.” He said, kissing along your collarbone.

“Yeah?” You said back, your own voice thick with love, lust, and every emotion between.

“Yeah.” He mumbled against your skin, as he moved his grip from your back to untie your bikini top. As it fell in front of him, he licked his lips. He wasted no time attaching his lips to your breasts as your mouth fell open, and eyes became glassy.

“That feel good?” He asked, his lips loving feverishly across your chest.

“So so good.” You nodded, as his hit on spot on your nipple that made you arch your back into him, as you tugged his hair to put him closer to where you wanted him.

Playing with his shorts, he soon got the hint, and hoisted you up so you could remove them, his lips not leaving your chest as he kissed everywhere be possibly could.

Mason was now clad in only his boxers, and you in your bikini bottoms, as he worked across your chest, your hand snuck into his boxers and you felt his hard on, lightly stroking your hand up and down.

“Fuck.” Mason mumbled into your chest, eyes shutting as his kisses became sloppier, and his moans filthier.

As your hand moved up and down his length, your chest was abandoned as Mason threw his head back against the seat of the car. His neck perfectly positioned for a few light marks.

You moved your lips across his neck, and stopped on the tattoo he had of your initials. Kissing around them in a heart motion, you felt him twitch in your hand as he thrusted his hips into your hand, craving more.

“You’re so good to me.” He said, his eyes at the back of his head.

“And you to me.” You replied.

You felt his hand trace across your thigh, as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and began to play with your clit, rubbing soft circles across it with the pad of his thumb. He pushed a finger in, and you fell against his chest as he pumped two in and out.

Your parted lips were on his, as your noses rubbed against each others. The attempted kiss failed, leaving you both giggling as he used his other and to properly kiss you.

You felt him increase the thrusts against your hand before he lifted yours away. Against his forehead, you mumbled into his mouth.

“You were so close Mase.” As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“My girl comes first, literally.” He said against your lips, as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing you to push your chest into his.

“So good Mase. You’re so good.” You said, and he smiled softly at you. Before long, you were coming over his fingers, as he moved his hand onto your bum to pull you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said, looking into you.

“I love you too.” You replied, your eyes glowing with nothing but love.

He removed the bikini bottoms from your legs, as he prepared himself for you.

“You okay?” He asked, fingers dancing across your cheek.

“Of course I am.” You said, as you slowly sank yourself on top of him, immediately feeling him in your stomach.

Your arms moved to the back of his neck, scratching at the skin. The groan that left his lips was ungodly, as he attached himself back onto your neck. His hands softly on your bum to help you move against him.

You didn’t notice the red leaving the sky, and the dark blue hues entering it. You also didn’t notice the fogged up windows, or the condensation dripping down them onto the seats. But what you did notice was the man in front of you, lips swollen, eyes shut, and there was nothing else in this world worth seeing.

Mason nipped at the skin on your neck, and you knew he’d left a bruise.

You began to clench around him, and his hand returned to your clit as he pressed on it hard.

“You close honey?” He asked, pushing the hair out of your face. You nodded at him, and he began to thrust his hips into yours faster, both of you moaning the new angle.

Rocking your hips against his, you felt the pressure build and you knew it was soon.

“Are you close Masey.” You said, and all he did was laugh.

“I’ve nearly came in my pants since I saw you in that bikini.” And you smiled into his shoulder, and his hands greedily roamed across your chest.

His thrusts became sloppier, and he pressed on your clit harder.

“One more sweetheart, come on.” He willed as you clenched against him, and that’s when you came around him, and the sight of you on top of him was enough to finish him off, and he too came inside of you.

The two of you panted into each others mouths as he held you close, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“You’re all i’ll ever need.” He said against your lips.

Only now did you notice the windows, and reaching out a finger your wrote your initial and his, with a plus in between. He finished it off with a heart, and suddenly, everything was right in the world.

I really like this one!! let me know what you think my loves xxx🫶🫶

#footballer fluff #footballer imagine #mason mount angst #mason mount fanfic #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagine #mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount x you

[maddytheegg]

All of Bridgets outfits (I can find)

(Bridgets original design from XX) -Daisuke Ishiwatari

Eh, It's popular for a reason, but it's not really one of my favourites.

(Bridget's default outfit from Strive) -Hidehiko Sakamura / Asano Kenta (Not sure)

I love the beige shirt and more lighter greyish blue for the jacket, it helps increase the pallet variety that GG suffered from. (Ky, Sin, Justice, Millia, Robo Ky etc all have blues and whites) Also love how poofy it is.

(Bridgets Pop-up Shop 2022 outfit) -Hidehiko Sakamura / Asano Kenta (Also not sure)

I need more outfits with glasses, also I like that this outfit hides the neck and chest area, like her Strive look, it could be unintentional but it implies that Bridget has dysphoria around those places(edit: it is intentinonal, im stupid).

(Bridgets XX outfit with a pirate hat)

It's super cute, yeah its just a different hat but fuck you I like it too much okay :3

(Bridgets XX mission illustration outfit) -Daisuke Ishiwatari

It's one of her few simple outfits (Other than the Pop-up shop one) and I really like it, I tend to really like simple-ish outfits and more casual clothing. It's also really fun seeing characters with intricate outfits were something more normal.

(Bridget XX slash mission illustration outfit)

BRIDGET FUCKING HUNG ROGER, and with that out of the way. It's alright, I dont really have much to say about the outfit really.

(Bridget XXAC special illustration)

I really love how the hat and scarf work to mimic the nun habit, though I wish we got to see the front of it.

(Bridget XXAC Mission Illustration) -Hiroko Ogawa

This basically looks like a winter version of her normal XX look, but I prefer this one, the sleeves and thigh highs makes this outfit look more cozy. It's probably my favourite of her outfits.

(Bridgets XXAC+ Swimsuit)

You cant even see the whole thing, what else do I say about it? I just thought I'd mention it cause it's a different outfit.

(Bridget Vastedge outfit)

Im pretty sure the Pink and Blue neon colours are meant to be yellow or gold, but I cant be bothered to change it to normal, (It's this or the crusty animations of her attacks I found) I probably prefer this over her XX outfit.

And thats all the ones I can find, I may or may not do this with other skrunglies from Guilty Gear.

Also help correct me if I got any of the artists wrong. And please let me know who some of the artists I dont know are.

I really did try to find who drew these pieces, but its mostly not written anywhere.

#bridget #guilty gear #GGST #guilty gear strive #guilty gear xx #ggxxacpr

[starfxkr]

oo what are the girls favorite types of swimsuits and what are they having in their beachbag!!!

i want you to know i spent 20-30 mins of my hair appointment working on this bc i love this question sm

kitten

kitten has copious amonts of bikini tops but always loses the bottoms some how so very mix and match but it doesnt bother her bc she wears her shorts most the time lots of halters in black, cheetah print or like dark blue/denim. minimal patterns, the american flag bikini was initially a joke but she thought she looked cunt so now its in constant rotation. avoids string bottoms bc jj pulls them at the worst fucking moments.

her bag is filled with fuckin junk and its burstinggg at the seams and she jokes that shes turning into her mama with the broken cigarettes in the bottom 😭 she has nothing useful at all: sunglasses, weed, lip gloss, car keys and crumpled up dollars for an ice cream cone or something. her idea of a beach read is carrie and she has a clip on mp3 player shes kept since middle school

pup

pup os very colorful and comfy with little details. prefers crochet bikinis and matching sets because she wants the whole look to be cute!!! is not afraid of the tankini okay it makes her titties look good! loves floral and gingham print the most. goes for a triangle cut more than anything but doesnt mind a bandeau or a scoop on occasion. wears lots of coverup skirts when walking around. john bs favorite is the yellow gingham one because of the little keyhole in the middle and pokes her there to annoy her.

is actually responsible at the beach since she spends so much time there. has water, and sandwiches and sunscreen because she freckles and her best friend already smokes cigarettes she wants one less cancer for her to worry about LMAO. keeps her wallet on her at all times and loves a good spray of body mist just in case she ends up at a party.

bunny

her swimsuits are tiny, expensive and very very pink. somehow managed an archival dior monogramed bikini??? loves stringy little things that tie in the front to fuck with rafe and flash him. also likes ruffles and scalloped hems she feels like theyre super girly and doesn’t wear many one pieces but the one she has cups her tits real nice but manages to seem modest at first glance. all patterened in cutesy girly patterns

is less of a beach girl and more of a pool girl but she packs accordingly each time (well rafe packs most of it.) her selections impractical: body shimmer, perfume, lip gloss. but his are more realistic with sunscreen, her favorite pop, camera because she loves to force him to take pictures, towel, extra pair of shoes.

fox

unsurprisingly fox is very no fuss with her swimsuits but that doesnt mean she doesnt look good ukwim? mostly one pieces because she finds em more comfortable but will make them a scoop back to show some skin and looks soooo cunt in the brown tankini and knows it LOL. likes a bandeau one piece too and her choices normally arent patterned but likes browns, purples. looks fuckin stun in the red one piece legit made popes jaw drop and she teased him for it for weeks.

carries at least two books because she reads fast and wants options. has extra sandals and is the only pogue to bring a beach towel 😭 her wallet is her grandmas old cigarette case. carries sunscreen and a hat for practicality and packs a whole lunch because she hates spending money.

#✨.txt #kitten!reader #puppy!reader #bunny!reader #fox!reader #visuals

[sleepsart]

They're so silly !

[ ID: A drawing of Empanada, Sunny, and Pepito all standing side by side. Empanada is the tallest of the three and is standing on the left. She's wearing a brown hijab, a long sleeved ruffly white shirt, a pink vest, a long yellow and pink skirt, brown boots, and a red side pouch. Her hijab has a shiny yellow square pin keeping it in place. She has droopy gold and brown wings and a thun tail with a droopy gold and brown end. She's looking forward with a shy smile. Sunny is the shortest of the three and is standing in the middle. They're wearing a pair of sunglasses, an orange tank top, a puffy yellow princess skirt, ruffly white socks, a pair of brown mary jane shoes, a necklace with a yellow and white sun charm on it, and a beaded pink bracelet. Their hair is brown and braided and put into a space buns style, with yellow and pink beads and the end of the braids. They have orange and white feathered wings, small horns, and a pointed tail. They're holding a hand out in a peace sign and sticking their tongue out with a mischievous expression. Pepito is taller than Sunny, but shorter than Empanada, and is standing on the right. Pepito is wearing a striped red and white one piece swimsuit, a pair of red noise cancelling headphones, and has a white towel over Pepito's shoulders. Pepito has crossed arms and is looking forward with a grumpy expression. Pepito's hair is dark brown and in an afro. Pepito has small smooth reddish horns, a red scaley and finned tail, and many red scales all over Pepito's body. The background is grey. End ID ]

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#id #napsart #mcyt #qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp sunny #qsmp empanada #qsmp pepito #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp event #digital art

[kittyball23]

Hot Tubbing (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: After babysitting his 13 nieces and nephews, Branch unwinds in one of Vacay Island’s jacuzzi-like hot springs… and is soon joined by Poppy

A/N: November 17th is finally here!! Welcome to the first story of my new oneshot collection "Grown-Up Stuff," (also found on AO3, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad under the same name in addition to being posted here on Tumblr) which will mostly be centered around Broppy, but may feature some Cliva and other couples in the future :)

FYI this fic has been Rated M, as it will have adult themes present, though nothing explicitly written. You do not have to read if these topics are something you are not comfortable with. If you do decide to go forth, all I can say is enjoy! 💕

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"Ahhh…"

Now that felt good. While the water had stung a bit upon entering, it didn't take very long at all for it to work its magic and ease the soreness in Branch’s muscles. Pretty soon, he was leaning back, his arms on either side of him and a sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips. His brother Bruce wasn't kidding. The hot springs really were a great place to unwind, especially after being tossed and wrestled by kids who were far taller than Trolls. Most of the time, this type of experience befell Bruce, but, given that he and Brandy had taken the night off to have some alone time, babysitting duty had fallen upon Branch.

For the first half of the night at least.

He rotated positions with John Dory for the second half, and could now take a moment to relax properly. And on Vacay Island, everything was top-notch in that department. The potent warmth was soon working to bring a sense of sleepiness to him, and he allowed his eyes to shut. Aimless thoughts wandered throughout his mind: of Pop Village, of his brothers, but, mostly of Poppy. He could feel a smile forming on his lips even in his twilight state. Poppy... She looked good in his head, whether it was a memory or whether it was just fantasies of what their future together could bring. One of those, admittedly, was marriage and a family. Maybe not a family as big as Bruce's, but still, a few Troll kiddos wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all. And neither would the way to go about making that happen... Branch felt as though the water got even hotter when he thought of that.

The Troll didn't think he was too far gone in his exhaustion, but somewhere he figured he must've fallen asleep to the hum of the bubbling water and wind in the foliage, because it was a soft, feminine voice that he registered next.

"You look pretty relaxed."

Branch stirred, blinking drowsy eyes up at the newcomer.

"Huh, wha?" he mumbled, rubbing an eye and registering that it was Poppy who'd spoken. She peered down amusedly at him, her lips sipping at the straw of a fruity drink and her legs slightly submerged into the water from her spot at the edge of the pool. But if the sheer presence of his beloved wasn't enough to stir him awake, then it sure was the attire she had on. The swimsuit was a powder-yellow two-piece, hugging her body snugly and extenuating her slim figure in ways that made his mind race with desire.

He sat straight up, flustered. "Oh! H-hey, Poppy," he stammered, trying to sound casual. Branch cleared his throat, and managed to speak a little more controlled the second time around. "So, um, what are you doing here? I thought you and Viva were hitting the waves."

Poppy nodded. "Yeah, we did for a little bit. But then we called it early. Veevs had other plans… with your brother."

Branch cooked his head. "Clay?"

"Yeah," Poppy confirmed with a smirk. "She wanted to spend some time with him… and I wanted to spend some time with you." She glanced down at him with a half-lidded gaze, giving a flirtatious little growl.

Branch’s eyes bugged.

"So whaddya say, Branch? Got room for one more?"

"Well, I, um, I mean… you can, um, i-if you wanna…"

Poppy smiled. "Great!"

Setting her drink down, she scooted herself over the edge of the pool and plopped inside. The water sloshed a bit, and she hissed at the temperature that befell her skin.

"Ooo, you all right?" Branch asked, concern lacing his voice.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good!" Poppy assured. "Feels really, really nice."

"Yeah," Branch agreed, smirking. "It sure does…" He surprised himself with the husky quality his voice had taken, and realized that it didn't go over Poppy’s head, either. There was a look on her face that could only be described as pleased bewilderment, and he could see a blush forming on her cheeks.

Affected so, she bore into his blue eyes with her deep fuchsia and batted her lashes. "Why don't you come a little closer," she purred, adding her own little suggestive twinge to her words.

Now it was Branch’s turn to blush. A tingle went down his spine - and in other places he wouldn't dare tell her about - but he liked it. And while he wanted to obey, he didn't see the harm in dragging out the tease, even if it was by a minute or two.

"Ehh, I don't know," he said, as though he were indecisive.

Poppy pretended to pout, sticking her bottom lip out. "Aww, come on, I won't bite!" But then she paused, giggled, and added, "Much."

Branch raised an eyebrow. "Much?" he questioned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Get over here and find out," she urged, rolling her eyes playfully.

Branch shrugged. "Fine."

Slowly, purposefully slow, he moved towards her, taking his time inching himself towards her space.

Poppy tapped her fingers impatiently against the edge of the pool. "Can you move any slower?" she whined.

"Can you be any cuter?" he quipped back, finally in enough proximity to be able to wrap an arm around her. Poppy’s arms slinked around his neck, firmly holding him to her as he brought a damp hand up to her cheek, cupping it gently. He waited a heartbeat, letting the sensual tension escalate between them, before allowing himself to lean forward and close the gap.

Poppy sighed deeply as their lips met, melting into the kiss, and Branch felt a surge of affection run through his veins. He tilted his head almost instantly, deepening the connection right away, and she moaned quietly in approval. She was extra sweet, he noted, her taste a hint of pineapple from the fruity concoction she'd been sipping, as well as her usual, strawberry flavor that seemed to permeate every part of her being. It made him feel warm and fuzzy all throughout, making it far too easy to lose himself in the experience. He made a noise of appreciation at the feeling as he pulled away just long enough to gasp in another breath and dive back in, twice as eager this time.

Turned out he wasn’t the only one eager. As he’d learned, Poppy had been the one in their relationship to test the metaphorical waters. First with the peck to the cheek he’d received on the day of the Trolls Kingdom Holiday Gift Swap, and then with the first real kiss they’d shared at Mount Rageous, after he’d successfully opened up to her about his feelings. And now, she was testing herself again.

He hadn’t known what she was up to, until she actually did it. He gasped when he felt a nip, Poppy’s teeth having caught his bottom lip upon one of their breaks for air and tugging lightly for a second before she released. The sensation sent an unexpected bolt of excitement coursing through him, the feeling stronger when he noted Poppy's dark, dilated pupils gazing hungrily at him, her breath coming quicker now. Flirty growls, or no flirty growls, Branch knew one thing - his girlfriend was turned on.

And so was he.

Their next kiss that followed was deeper, and more passionate as a result. Poppy nipped once again, at the corner of his mouth this time, and allowed her next few smooches to trail across his jawline, making a path down the crook of his neck. Branch hummed, his thoughts battling each other. One part of him enjoyed the attention profusely, while the other had him wishing his lips could claim hers again. Both evaporated, however, when he felt her reach a sensitive spot just below his earlobe and take another little nibble. He wouldn't know how to describe the sound that came out of him in response. It might have been a whimper, or it might have been a groan, but either way, it caused Poppy to giggle, the vibration of her laugh tickling Branch's skin.

It wasn't hard to admit that she had a guilty pleasure in prompting reactions out of Branch. Which is why her next idea was getting her excited.

She leaned back, ensuring that her fuchsia gaze was unwaveringly locked to his blue as her hands wandered down, below the water, reaching the hem of his swimming trunks.

Blushing heavily and bracing himself for the onslaught of sensory stimulation that was sure to come, Branch knew he wasn't going to be truly prepared for what was coming next…

… Though, not in the intimate way that he anticipated.

So focused on expecting the next feeling to be under the confines of his swim attire, Branch nearly jumped when an enormous, unforeseen SPPLLAAASH! erupted from the pool in a wave of jacuzzi water that drenched him and Poppy completely!

Poppy shrieked in surprise, ripping herself away from Branch, while her boyfriend sputtered, eyes wide.

"What the - who - ??"

“WOO! Ten outta ten on that cannonball, ay, bro?”

“Oh, nooo,” Branch groaned, already knowing that voice before he even finished rubbing the water out of his eyes completely. “John Dory, you’re not supposed to jump into a jacuzzi! And aren’t you supposed to be watching the kids?!”

His eldest brother adjusted his goggles and blew a raspberry. “Yo, chill, dude, Floyd’s got it covered. He offered to step in and help!”

Branch facepalmed. Oh, Floyd. He knew his favorite brother was big-hearted and always looking out for the rest of their crew… but taking over John Dory’s babysitting duty when not even five minutes had passed by was a little absurd! Branch could probably guess that JD hammed up his struggle just to get out of it.

John Dory then noticed Poppy. “Hey, Poppy Seed! How’s it shakin’ since the last time I saw ya?”

Poppy giggled, meeting him halfway for a fistbump, and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, you know. Guess you could say I’ve been ‘shaking things up’ with Branch.” She gave her boyfriend a sly look, to which he became bashful, remembering what she had been about to do.

“Oh,” John Dory said, then putting it together and realizing what he’d done. “OHHH, shoot, did I interrupt something here?”

Branch’s deadpanned look told him what he needed to know.

He tittered with embarrassment. “Hehe, my bad! I could totally scoot if ya want. I’m sure there’s gotta be some other jacuzzi here on the isle!”

“No, it’s okay, we were just heading out,” Poppy said, lifting herself over the edge of the pool and reaching for the towel she'd brought with her. “But we’ll see you later, okay?”

JD looked disappointed to see them go, but understood. “It’s all right. Catch y’all later!”

As Branch and Poppy walked off hand in hand, the Pop Queen giggled. Branch glanced at her with curiosity.

“Probably should’ve told him there’d be no guarantee we’d see him later,” she said suggestively.

Branch raised an eyebrow, the heat returning to his cheeks. “Poppy… what do you have in mind?”

She glanced at him mischievously. “Wanna go look for another hot spring? I’m sure John Dory’s right, there’s gotta be more than one on the island. That way we can finish what we started…” She peers down at her place of interest for just a flit of a moment, but even then it causes Branch to blush, stammering his reply.

“S-sure!”

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